Crap.

I fully realize that I have no excuses. I knew this day was coming. I've talked about it, blogged about it, and even complained about it. I also understand that it is difficult for others to sympathize with me, because, it was expected. However, here is the problem:
CLARE IS MOBILE.
To most, this may seem like a typical occurrence after having a child. But, I just (just!) figured out my life. I have a good routine going. In the morning, I put Clare in the pack and play bassinet while I let the dogs out and make coffee. She hangs out and tries to eat her feet. I feed her a bottle and then she plays on a blanket in the living room, while I empty the dishwasher, check my email, blah, blah, blah.
Now, I can't do any of those things. She is trying to flip out of the bassinet, into the back of the pack and play. Or she is trying to dive bomb the floor, head first. Or she is reaching over to grab something that is not baby safe and eat it.
In the living room, she rolls to her next destination. Usually in the direction of one of the dogs. I can tell, because Serena will suddenly join me in the kitchen. Abby, being slightly stupid, just lays there, until Clare tries to eat her. Tiger wants nothing to do with any of this mess.
So, here is how the realization came to me:
On Friday, I put Clare to bed. Same routine as always, except she was slightly awake, so I laid her in the crib, on her back. I was down stairs, listening on the monitor and I could hear her making small noises. First, she was grunting (never a good sign) and then she was babbling, but sometimes she talks herself to sleep (hopeful much?). Chris called and said he was on his way home and since he hates when she's already down for the night when he gets home, I went upstairs to bring her back down, because she was clearly not asleep. I walked into the nursery and could not process what my eyes were seeing. In the corner of her crib, Clare was sitting up. I ran downstairs to grab the camera, to show Chris, and when I came back up she was on all four and smiling in the dark.
Hysterically funny, huh?
So, first on the list will be dropping the crib.
In other news, we had beautiful, smoking hot weather here. On Saturday, the peanut and I went to watch Chris's game. There is no time limit in HS baseball, only a mercy rule. We were there for an hour. The game never progressed past the 4th inning. As in we arrived with 2 outs in the top of the 4th and left with 2 outs in the bottom. Exciting, because Chris's team won 17-1. Crappy, because it was taking F-O-R-E-V-E-R!
Then it was over to Delaware to visit Steph and hang out with her. Clare enjoyed playing on her blanket and seeing healthy flowers (vs. mine, which while alive now, have a short life expectancy).
On Sunday, Aunt Sherry and I swapped kids. She took Clare to a horse show (which is great because I'm terrified of horses) and I took her 2 younger girls to see Hananah Montana. Fantastic movie. You should all go see it. The singing is the best.
Then it was home to a blistering hot, 91 degree house. After admitting defeat, I turned on the central air. 2 hours later, the thermostat is still reading 89 degrees (inside). After some fun phone directions, I've discovered the condenser (or the big box outside thingy?) is not working. It's only a year or so old. Clearly, I'm missing something. So I'm trying not to kill myself here as I type this up. Poor Chris is working 17 hour days at the theater, so he's not here to fix it. delightful.